Confined With a Goddess

The rain didn't slow down at all over the next half hour. In fact, it had picked up in intensity, and the thunder had returned, shaking the hull of the boat as it boomed. Jake had secured it to the trees, and he knew that they weren't going anywhere, but being on the boat and hearing the thunder set off memories of the last big storm he'd weathered on this vessel; the one that destroyed it, and the idea that it might yet repeat terrified him. Celestia took note of this.

"What's wrong?"

Jake shook his head. "J-just gut f-feeling. I'm sure it's wrong."

"It's the storm, isn't it?"

"K-kinda..."

Celestia nodded and excused herself for just a moment, returning quickly. "I double-checked your bindings. This hull isn't going anywhere. Neither is the sail. You're safe here."

Jake nodded along, but he wasn't reassured.

Celestia pulled him into a hug. For a moment, she was covered in cold water, but after a moment, her fur began to glow softly, and she went from being cold and wet to warm and dry, with Jake's back doing much the same. She then turned him around to dry off his front within seconds. She didn't have power enough to blast away the clouds, but she could at the very least give him a warm, soft hug.

Jake was very appreciative of that, as it did make him feel a little better. Sure, he was still scared that the tide would come in and float them out to sea, and then Celestia would be painfully brought back as he sank with the vessel a kilometre or so out, but it was comforting to know that right here, right now, she was watching over and protecting him.

Another hour later, after the storm calmed down just a bit, where the thunder was just a low rumble, Celestia started to snore. He couldn't blame her, really, as they'd had nothing to do since they came here, so it was understandable that she would go for a nap. But he was still a bit bothered by the storm, and couldn't join her.

As he shifted, he felt something push against his sternum. He looked down to see that she was having a good dream. She was poking him with her erection, which had grown up between them without him noticing. Why not? It was warm between them, especially with her body kicking out so much heat as to dry them off. Even his hair was dry by now, despite the humidity in the air and the water streaming down the beach behind him.

He gently lowered himself to the floor so that it was right in front of him. There was nothing he could do about his situation. He didn't want to be who he was. There was a Jake in the past that would have run away from this, would have cowered and hid, was very weak and timid, and wouldn't last a day out here without going crazy. However, there was a possible Jake in the future that was strong, healthy, had the capacity to feed himself and his wife, as Celestia would be in this possible future, who was having regular sex and wouldn't need to be invited to grab her tits because he knew how to treat her right. That version of himself with the capacity to keep himself and his loved one safe was not afraid of her dick, and that's the version of himself that he wanted to be. She had told him that he needed to accept all of her if he was going to have any of her, and he wanted her. So, he would have to accept all of her.

He started by licking her balls. They were clean, if a little bit sweaty. They were as big as his fist, and he couldn't fit even one in his mouth, let alone both. Of course, if he were able to fit one into his mouth, he would have to resist the urge to bite down while gagging. The dick could be pressurised to push back, but the testicles were solid, and held up by just a few tubes, just like his. He wouldn't like having his bitten; he wasn't going to risk doing the same to her on accident.

He started up the shaft, kissing and lightly sucking on the skin as he went. It was covered in belly sweat, both his and her own, but he was okay with that. That's all she was covered with, as the rain had washed away everything else. He was starting to grow used to the taste of her, having done this a few times before. He didn't much mind it, or at least, it wasn't nearly as bad as it had been the first time. He remembered being afraid to touch it, and now he was tonguing her urethra. He didn't like it quite yet, but the fact that it wasn't sickening him meant that it was an acquired taste, and he was starting to level out. The same thing had happened with his first sip of coffee. He'd thought it was yucky, and now he was dreaming of that magnificent black brew.

He took the tip into his mouth and it filled him right up. He couldn't close his mouth if he tried right now. He could feel the pressure inside of her tip pressing outward. He'd done this before, and he was apparently pretty good at it.

He pushed himself down until he couldn't take anymore, then tried to pull up, but he was locked. She'd flared up, and her tip could no longer squeeze past his jaw. At least his throat was open and he could breathe again, but in order to free his mouth, he'd have to make her finish.

"You can do it," She said, looking down at him and shifting his body with her magic into a more comfortable position, even going so far as to slide the pillow under his knees. "Deep breath..."

With a bit of help from her hand and her new position, Jake was able to push almost halfway to the ridge in the middle, and he held himself there for as long as he could, even after her hand receded. When he couldn't take any more, he pulled up slowly, keeping his lips closed to produce as much suction and negative pressure as he could. When he came back to just the tip and emptied his throat, before he could take a beath, she shot her load into his mouth, and he swallowed every drop.